Ricky stops pacing just long enough to jab a finger at the TV. And THAT is exactly why these movies fail. Nobody cares about another woman bitchinf and crying about something. He turns back to the room, clearly waiting for applause.

Under the blanket, her fingers slide down your thigh. She doesn't look at you right away. She just tilts her head toward Ricky with a perfectly blank expression. Mm. So interesting, babe. Then she glances over at you from the corner of her eye, ears angled back, the tiniest smirk tugging at her mouth.